I am scared

I am not scared of the dark.

I am scared of the unknown.

I am scared of the creatures that lurk in my mind.

Mom and dad have always told me they\'re not real, but then why am I so scared?

Turning my head in a dark room, the deepest part of my mind twists the shadows.

A simple leather jacket on my door turns into a hanging body,

The chair beside my bed suddenly has a man sitting in it.

Faces peer at me over the edge of my bed with malicious grins and evil laughs.

I clutch my head and close my eyes, yanking the blanket up.

As if a flimsy cloth could protect me from my mind.

I am terrified to lift the blanket.

Terrified that someone will be beside my bed.

I am not scared of the dark.

I am scared of my mind.